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Settled on a Convenient Nexus Settee was a middle aged man wearing a dark suit with no tie (he decided he couldn't be bothered with the infernal thing today) and a bowler hat pulled down low over his eyes. At his hip a small, portable amp was clipped and perched on his lap was an electric guitar (one much less flashy than what he was used to). He plucked out snatches from a couple of tunes before letting his eyes wander toward the crowd.
He ran a hand over his scruffy beard before asking (more of a mutter, really), "What did you hope to accomplish a year ago? And what do you hope to accomplish a year from now?"
You see, someone has recently gotten another year older and it had him in enough of a contemplative/adventurous/contrary mood that he actually ventured into the Nexus today. He shifted, nudging a wooden cane he had tucked underneath the settee further out of the line of view.
He ran a hand over his scruffy beard before asking (more of a mutter, really), "What did you hope to accomplish a year ago? And what do you hope to accomplish a year from now?"
You see, someone has recently gotten another year older and it had him in enough of a contemplative/adventurous/contrary mood that he actually ventured into the Nexus today. He shifted, nudging a wooden cane he had tucked underneath the settee further out of the line of view.